Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 131 Venom Spraying Each Other, Dali Explodes!

"What, does Professor Snape fear that I, his teaching assistant, will find out about his misleading students, so he's planning to kick me out before class even starts?"

Dudley retorted without backing down, his sharp gaze meeting the old bat's empty bat eyes, silently thinking that this was the second time.

"What did you say? I misled students?" Snape's eyes were no longer empty, but filled with rage, as if they were about to spit fire. "No one has ever questioned my potions skills, so what gives you the right..."

"Don't get excited, Professor Snape," Dudley interrupted Snape with a light laugh. "If you're so confident, why are you afraid of me sitting in on your classes?"

"Professor Snape, you'd better teach well and guide your students properly. If I find any mistakes, your reputation will... tsk tsk tsk!"

"you……"

Snape was furious with Daryl, but there was nothing he could do.

It's like a venomous snake meeting a venomous king; each bite is more poisonous than the last!

Over the years, he has always considered himself unbeatable in his ability to deliver sarcastic and sarcastic remarks.

Unexpectedly, this school year he encountered such a powerful newcomer as Dali, who almost crushed him on the beach.

However, he will not give up easily.

His classes aren't so easy to teach! Besides, this foul-mouthed brat has a huge weakness right there!

Snape's mind raced with some shady tricks for deducting points, and his eyes drifted to Harry standing next to Dudley.

Then he saw... he saw those emerald green eyes.

She looks just like Lily!

In an instant, Snape's hostility almost crumbled, and a strong sense of guilt surged into his heart, nearly causing his stoic face to break down and drop its pearls.

When he called Harry's name, he didn't dare to pay too much attention to Harry's eyes, but only to Harry's face, which resembled James's, maintaining his slightly hostile and aloof demeanor.

But now he...

"How long are you going to keep going? Professor Snape!! If you don't start lecturing soon, I have reason to suspect that you're just a good-for-nothing professor who only knows how to talk big!"

Dudley stared at Snape with a sinister expression, then reached out to block Harry's view, silently thinking that this was the third time!

"Humph!"

Snape's mood instantly soured again.

He glared at Dudley, then looked away and began his lecture, emphasizing each word:

"Potion making is an extremely precise and rigorous scientific craft, one of the magical fields that emphasizes logic, ingredient preparation, and the timing of the brewing process."

In my classes, you don't need to foolishly wave your wands, nor do you need to talk back to the professor like the Dursley teaching assistant.

What you need to do is carefully listen to the aroma emanating from the pot as it cooks over the flames, or the crackling sound of bubbles rising and bursting, and then add each ingredient one by one at the right moment using the correct technique...

If you study and experience diligently, I will teach you how to rise to fame, how to create legends, and even how to stop death!

The prerequisite is that your minds must be as sharp and agile as the Dursleys's when they talked back to the professor, and that you must use that intelligence to brew potions, not to engage in such foolish behavior as talking back to the professor!

Snape's unconventional opening remarks in class caused the Slytherin freshmen to suppress their pain.

They really wanted to follow the implication of their dean's words and make fun of Dali.

But they certainly didn't have the courage to laugh out loud in front of Dudley.

They could only lower their heads, cover their mouths, and lie on their desks, enduring the pain without making a sound.

Only Malfoy, who never intended to mock others, could maintain a slightly more natural expression.

This sight made Snape's expression even more somber.

"Pfft!"

The Slytherin freshmen dared not laugh out loud, but Dudley was not so particular and let out a sneer as he looked at the old bat's gloomy face.

After laughing, he didn't forget to retort: ​​"Professor Snape, it seems everyone knows very well who is the fool between you and me!"

You have the audacity to claim you're teaching people how to stop death, but who have you actually helped stop death from? Oh! I forgot, you did help one person!

You helped that beautiful, love-struck professor who charged ahead and went crazy for love, broke into the forbidden forest at night, fought off a swarm of unicorns, and insisted on marrying no one but you, thus preventing her death!

"Tsk tsk tsk... With potions having such effects, I really need to learn how to use them!"

"Enough! Dudley Dursley! If you say another word unrelated to the lesson, get out! Get out!!!"

Snape was furious. When Dudley questioned him for not helping others prevent their deaths, the first person he thought of was Lily, whom he had indirectly caused to die.

Just as he was about to feel sad, Dudley suddenly changed the subject and steered the conversation toward that crazy woman, Ecclesia.

He was struggling with how to deal with Ecclesia, this huge problem!

Unexpectedly, before this crazy woman could do anything to him, Dudley had already used this to attack him.

How could he not be driven crazy?

"I was just stating the facts, why is Professor Snape reacting so strongly?"

"Wasn't Professor Eckeris's awakening thanks to the potion you concocted? Didn't Professor Eckeris, in front of all the professors and castle staff, say something to you…?"

Dudley pressed his advantage, his words like knives, one cut after another, aiming straight for Snape's 'carotid artery'. Just as he was about to drop a bombshell in front of the two new house students, Snape finally lost his temper.

“Dursley, shut up! I need Mr. Harry Potter to stand up and answer the question now!”

At a crucial moment, Snape abruptly interrupted Dudley's revelation with a series of high-pitched shouts, shifting the focus of his attack to Harry.

Dudley's expression darkened visibly.

Harry glanced at his cousin, and not wanting to hold him back, he bravely stood up, faced Snape, and said confidently, "Professor, ask away!"

Unlike the original story, the current Harry has diligently studied Potions and Herbalism textbooks.

Snape looked at Harry, who had stood up, and tried to calm himself down. With a complicated expression, he asked Harry the classic question:

"Potter, what happens when you add narcissus root powder to artemisia infusion?"

"Water of Life and Death!"

Harry gave the answer crisply and decisively, without even a second to think. After speaking, he gave Snape a smug look, just like a hero who had defeated the great villain.

Snape was astonished; he hadn't expected Harry to answer so quickly and accurately, and his emotions became somewhat disjointed.

He was about to ask other, less meaningful questions to continue to embarrass Harry.

Unexpectedly, Dali, who had been silent with a gloomy face since earlier, suddenly exploded.

"Powered by immense force! A deliberate, explosive punch!"

Dudley roared the spells and the names of his moves, his body enveloped in a magical red glow that amplified the power of his attacks.

At the same time, with a graceful and swift leap and charge, he aimed a punch at Snape's chest on the podium, delivering a punch filled with hatred.